The Bliss in RUBIN’s Perky Kiss – Saswata Ghosh

The memoirs of this, my trampled soulStabbed with pain, yet alive and whole.Alive to remind, when I revelry soaked,That my Fate for trial, every joy had stole.

In my verses I saw, those faces again,Some in abode, while others by time,Had left for roads, by Destiny lain.But faces benign, which trembled me,Were those I love, even everyday see;Stare, not see, since break-up cruel,Which chained my heart, kept hands but free.

The bright fair petal, with excitement shivered.He was panting while, he giggled and gazedHis starry eyes, one wish delivered-Desperate to play, he was eager for fun,This silent request, with his ‘lips’ he had done.Though heavy my heart, I rose and smiled,For I never could refuse, his loving summon.

How jovial he stood, innocent, serene;I pulled him close, cuddled and kissed.Ah! Floats in my eyes, that ingenuous scene-His wreath of arms, my neck had wornPearls from my eyes, did his cheeks adorn.With tender hands, see, he had come to liftHeavy logs of grief, which my heart had borne.

That one warm hug, will last till lateAs a loved portrait, on my memory walls.Your kiss dear brother, has ended my waitFor a soul that loves, not complains, but is ‘quiet’,Cures day’s sores in slumber of the night,To nurse when I sick, sleeps at my side-Before caring to know, if I’m wrong or right.